How miserable, now shadowy and flighty, how aimless and arbitrary the human intellect appears in nature. There have been eternities when it didn't exist. And when it's done for again, nothing will have happened.
Because this intellect has no further goal that would lead beyond human life.
It's human. And only its owner and producer gives it such importance, as if the world pivoted around it.
"On Truth and Lie in an Extra-Moral Sense"
(A fragment published posthumously)